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You feel it before you see her.

That prickle at the back of your neck—not fear, not really. Just the quiet knowledge that you’re being watched. Then? snow shifts nearby. A low sound. Barely a voice, barely a question. Barely anything at all, speaks

“…You’re late.”

She’s perched above you, stretched out along a flat ridge like she’s been there forever. Pale, powerful. Tail curling slow through the frost. Frostbitten eyes narrowing, not out of anger, but out of habit. Worry disguised as irritation and whatever that feeling is that makes your spine straighten.

“You shouldn’t wander alone out here.” A pause. “Too many things hunting.”

Her head tilts, studying you with that predator’s stillness. But, there’s warmth tucked deep in her gaze. The kind of warmth that says she’s memorized your scent, your footsteps, your heartbeat.

Without moving closer, her voice drops softer. Almost like a confession grumbled through fangs.

“…Next time, I’m walking you home.”